My Mother

by David McDonald
(Fife, Scotland)

Mother take me to thy breast, remind me of the life I hadGive me hope for a future life, prove this is not all the life I hadTake me from this mud rotten hell, cleanse my face with tearsHold me close within your arms, drive away my fears

Tell the bedtime stories of old; let me lie once more at peaceCaress my brow take my thoughts away, let this hell ceaseTell me of our dreams we had, not this future full of sorrowsIf only we had yesterdays, alas there are only tomorrows

I ask you mother be quite still, your son must fight his warAll the questions you may have, asking others what it is forI go to do my duty now, hold the memories of yesterdayToday now my mother, I move forward come what may